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Anybody else
have a child who thinks of numbers as male and female?

“Well, 1 is a girl and 4 is a girl, but 8 and 9 are boys.”

“How about 7”?

“Oh, 7 is a boy, a very nice boy.”

She can not explain what the distinguishing characteristics of ‘boy’ and girl’ numbers are.

By the way,

‘A’ is a girl also.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 29 2003 at 12:20 pm
Maybe she’s synaesthetic.


Comment posted by (ip: on 10 / 29 / 2003 at 12:46 PM
This one agrees with the genders of the numbers, except for # 9 and the letter “A.”

Comment posted by (ip: on 10 / 29 / 2003 at 12:57 PM
I see letters this way. 🙂 Although some letters are bi-gender, if that’s a word. I shared my observations with my 12 yo son about a year ago and we went through the entire alphabet together assigning gender to them. Upper case and lower case – lower case sometimes had a different gender than the upper. Often we agreed with each other, sometimes we didn’t. Strange, huh? 😛

‘A’ & ‘a’ are girls and so are both the C’s

‘B’ and ‘D’ in both cases are boys.

I think in the above assignments my son and I were in agreement. 🙂

Comment posted by Valerie (ip: on 10 / 29 / 2003 at 9:32 PM

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And I associate colors with numbers.
Comment posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) (ip: on 11 / 03 / 2003 at 5:29 PM

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Thank you! What wonderful variety God has made!
Comment posted by Deb (ip: on 11 / 10 / 2003 at 12:16 PM

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wet and white from the sky
It is snowing!
Entry posted by jpm14 on October 22 2003 at 7:55 am
No. It Can’t. I looked outside and didn’t see any, so I refuse to believe it.

Willful Ignorance is such bliss…

Comment posted by (ip: on 10 / 22 / 2003 at 10:36 AM
Pecans, rather than snowflakes, are falling from the sky here–if you’re sitting in the right spot in Zilker Park, as my sister and I were the other day. It’s 83 degrees, sunny, and quiet on my street today. The only signs of fall a northerner would recognize are the pumpkins and Halloween decorations on the neighbors’ doorsteps. Texans, I am told, mark the fall by subler changes– the few scattered, dry leaves on the sidewalk, and the patchy “brown spot” marking most people’s lawns (a fungus that afflicts the St. Augustine grass in the fall). Also, there’s the fact that today’s high is “only” 83. That’s fall weather!
Comment posted by Jeni Martens (ip: on 10 / 23 / 2003 at 4:43 PM

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It was 100 last Friday. Wind shifted to be from the east this past weekend and cooled off to 85 during the day and 65 at night. Rose’s veggies are growing. Janine was in first marching band parade in Green Valley AZ saturday. There were ~85 contestants and a two mile walk for the neener.
She held the Arizona state flag.
Today was around 90. No humidity makes it feel like 70. Great time to be in AZ this time of year. Oranges are starting to color a bit.
Comment posted by Brother Jay (ip: on 10 / 27 / 2003 at 10:05 PM

“Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought?”

In the car on the way to Rochester and The String House this morning we heard a news broadcaster say of the meeting in Asia that the one thing agreed upon is that “prosperity is tied to security”.

My limited reading of history suggests the opposite is true: prosperity is tied to insecurity. All those who give up security (of all sorts) to go and do are the ones who ultimately prosper most.

Isabelle is now using a 3/4 size Tartini Master Art violin, thanks to Grandpa and Great Aunt Janice.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 21 2003 at 7:22 pm
Seven years ago yesterday we “got” Isabelle from the Hogar de Virgin Fatima in Santa Cruz, Bolivia.

Yesterday Isabelle got a couple books and a small red-haired doll and had an early birthday cake and presents with Miller relatives.

On a lark I plugged in the orphanage name to Google–and got this! Wow! An adoptive family with money!

I forwarded their info to the Hulfords, a Youth with a Mission family who have worked with street children in Santa Cruz for over 13 years. And informed Sara’s House of the Hulfords. There could be a multiplication of results if they coordinate efforts….

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 18 2003 at 10:00 am
Angela was right.

As usual.

Within a few minutes after installing the (free) firewall from ZoneAlarm it had blocked 93 entry attempts.

I had no idea my computer was so popular.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 15 2003 at 8:59 am
That’s because we think our computer is simply in our house like we are. It would be better to see the computer as here in front of you AND as one of millions all inter-connected all over the planet. Or, as a crowd of millions all passsing and interacting at the speed of electricity.
Comment posted by Dennis Bratcher (ip: on 10 / 17 / 2003 at 1:30 PM

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Not only is it interesting to learn how frequent access attempts are, but it can also be used to time interruptions in internet access.

Because I get pinged (or worse) about every 15 seconds, I was able to pin the RoadRunner outage today down to beginning precisely at 2:39 pm.

It’s pretty sad when you can rely on hackers to let you know if your internet connection is active!

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 10 / 15 / 2003 at 7:36 PM
All I can say is Duh Deb.
Why do you think Zone Alarm has been on mom and dad’s computer for the last 4 years?
Comment posted by Jay (ip: on 10 / 27 / 2003 at 10:08 PM
Your Purchase is Confirmed
Just bought the tickets for Isaac, Isabelle and myself to visit the Martens in Austin come January!

For two weeks!

That’s what I call friendship.

Knowing human nature, I am guessing that by the time two weeks are up we will all be glad to be home alone. And then will wish we had stayed together longer.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 09 2003 at 7:52 am
Jay just bought tickets for Deb and the kids to visit us for two weeks in January–now, that’s what we call friendship. Thanks, Jay. Can’t wait!!
Comment posted by Jeni Martens (ip: on 10 / 09 / 2003 at 12:15 PM

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Got to go the Catfish place on MOPAC across from AMD. And UR Cooks steak joint. Go to a good Tx BBQ out in the rural hinterlands. Adults visit 6th street on a Friday/Saturday night.
Barton creek park. Dell outlet store.
You will probably land at Bergstrom, where I was stationed for a few years,sis. It used to be on the south, southeast side of town, last I heard the barracks (Where I was forced to live) were turned into homeless shelters/prison complex. The planes that were at the base are now being turned into remote controlled drones to be shot down in the Pacific and Gulf of Mexico where I work now. Still have some friends who retired there, still there, as well.
Comment posted by Jay (ip: on 10 / 27 / 2003 at 10:19 PM
Happy October
Mom and Dad are OK. Cast is off her arm so she can view the eight plus inches of stitches. Splints are out of her nose. I knitted one mitten while I was up there. And started the second.

Jay has passed his wretched cold onto Isabelle and me.

A week ago Monday Angela gave us a super tour of the Geneva apple plantings that contain most of the genetics of the world’s apples.

Basil, parsley, tomatoes, eggplant, peppers in as frost will be tonight. It has hailed snow pellets twice today.

Latin with the girls.

Mega et Isabella sunt amicae. Puellae scribent.

Ecce! Hodie Sara currit. Non iam Sara currit sed in agris ambulat.

Brevi tempore Mater quoque in agris ambulat.

Tandem Mater et Sara sub arbore sedent. *

The Book Sale is this weekend. Come, come come. Buy, buy ,buy.

At the presale I bought a complete set of the 1937 My Book House series. Sora is the one who first enlightened me about what they are. Isabelle was enthusiastically reading poems to Jay eyesterday evening. Poems involving horses, of course.

* Meg and Isabelle are friends. The girls are reading.

Look! Today Sarah is running.

No longer is Sarah running but walking in the fields.

After a short time Mother also walks in the fields.

At last Mother and Sarah sit under a tree.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 02 2003 at 12:54 pm
Eheu! Mea culpa, magister.

I did catch the mistakes later on. Actually, during class while I was (supposedly) teaching Meg and Isabelle.

Comment posted by Deb (ip: on 10 / 09 / 2003 at 7:47 AM

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Fu, Deb! In hac sententia “Scribent” non scribendum est* (quod futurum est), sed “scribunt,” nam verbum “scribo, scribere” tertiae conjugationis est. Necesse est uti praesente**, quia omnia altera verba in paragrapha praesentia sunt.

Quid te didici hos annos omnes?

(Seriously, keep up the good work.)

*scribendum est = “ought to be written,” gerundive.
** uti praesente = “to use the present tense” Utor takes an ablative object.

Comment posted by Matt (ip: on 10 / 07 / 2003 at 6:00 AM

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Plane accident
Got a call from my Aunt Janice at 8.45 last night. Charlie had left a terse, “I will call again” message on machine. (We were picking pumpkins for Daren.)

Dad and Mom were landing at a pilot’s meeting in Greece (Rochester suburb) about 3.15-3.20PM Sunday. There was a tailwind, the plane was going too fast, the runway was short and ended at a highway. Dad did not want to go on the road so he turned at the highway grade (a berm?) and the plane flipped.

They got out themselves before anyone reached them.

The pilots and Town of Greece firefighters got them to Strong Memorial.

State Police contacted Charlie when they realized Sacketts were his family. No one was contacted before that. State Police estimated plane was going 30mph when it hit the berm.

I called brother Jay out in Arizona and with his fast computer and communication expertise he spoke to our parents before I did!

Jay (mine) and I spoke with them both about 9.25pm. They were still in emergency, my brother Charles with them. Dad and Charlie were planning on driving to the farm as soon as Mom had a CT scan and put in a room.

Her right arm/elbow could not move, they expected to do surgery today on it. She thinks her nose is broken and had already had stitches in her face–she could not tell me how many. In a neck brace and she hurt all over. Dad black forehead, eyes, chin but no concussion. I am hoping Dr.’s would not let him leave until they checked him thoroughly. He kept saying to me–“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

God spared their lives. We are so thankful.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 22 2003 at 4:12 pm
What’s their mailing address, if you don’t mind posting it?
Have you been up to see them yet?
Comment posted by Jeni Martens (ip: on 09 / 25 / 2003 at 6:05 PM

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Mom came home from hospital yesterday noon. Today she will have out-patient surgery on her nose.
Between Dad and Mom there is one good set of arms.
Mom’s face looks as if she is ready to scare people for Hallowe’en.
Comment posted by Deb (ip: on 09 / 25 / 2003 at 7:56 AM

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He’s baaack!
Entry posted by jpm14 on September 22 2003 at 4:09 pm

You’re Iceland!

Most people think you’re a cold and forbidding person, but

you’re actually naturally warm and inviting. People just get scared off

by what other people have led them to believe about you. You keep to yourself

for the most part, and are pretty good at fending for yourself, especially if

water’s involved. More people should visit you and find out the truth.

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Entry posted by jpm14 on September 16 2003 at 11:36 pm
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You’re Canada!

People make fun of you a lot, but they’re stupid because you’ve
got a much better life than they do. In fact, they’re probably just jealous.
You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not
dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and
others. If it weren’t for your weird affection for ice hockey, you’d be
the perfect person.

the Country Quiz at the <a
href=””>Blue Pyramid

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 09 / 18 / 2003 at 7:48 pm
Fashionable Bible
In the ever increasingly consumer driven Christianity it seems modifying the Bible is more important than modifying ones’ self.

This New York Times magazine interrview with a Thomas Nelson Publishing employee is a case in point.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 15 2003 at 11:07 am
Jesus went to popular hangouts of his day. He did not become like those in the popular hangouts.
He said “Go and sin no more.”
“Go, sell all you have, give it to the poor, and follow me.”
“Let the dead bury their own dead. You follow me.”
“Follow me and I will make you fishers of men.”

He was attractive in and of himself. He called (and still calls) others to conform to Him, he did not conform to them or their ideas or ideals.

And I guess we should be like him in this way. Which means girls and young women who read fashion magazines should meet their Ultimate Designer via persons who already know Him.

I question the validity of bibles styled for each small (or large) interest group. Translations for people groups in their heart languages –Yes.

But within a language and a culture, we who know Jesus should be attractive as he was and do the good works set out for us by presenting him to those with ears to hear. And then the Holy Spirit can begin behavior modification.

Comment posted by Deborah (ip: on 09 / 16 / 2003 at 10:28 PM

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I have mixed feelings about this. The publishing industry may be trying to make money off of this, but isn’t it more important that people READ the Bible? This might mean making it less intimidating by making the packaging more familiar to the general consumer. After all, Jesus did frequent the popular hangouts of His day to bring the Good News to the average person.
Comment posted by Suz (ip: on 09 / 16 / 2003 at 9:29 AM

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a few Goings on
Tuesday was Latin and piano lesson day.

Mr. G. showed up at 9 AM for first class with Isaac. He obviously has never taught. He has not been around 12 year -olds who are learning of subjunctive clauses. It is difficult to come down from a graduate level to a seventh grade level of speaking and thinking, especially when it appears the seventh grader in question may possibly understand some of what you say.

Julie showed up at 3PM after my first piano student was done with her four girls in tow for a first Latin lesson for Meg. Isabelle decided she too did indeed wish to learn Latin. Leaning heavily on notes from our first class with Matt, we covered sentence composition, subject and object words (I/me, he/him) in English and read four sentences of the first story. Julie said later that Meg was very excited by the class, though she is so stoic in demeanor it came as news to me.

Isabelle wanted to make sure that Abite! means ‘go away’ and wished to learn the word for ‘boy’ so she could (and did) use them together on her brother. She also wished to know supper (cena) so Daddy could be informed in Latin. We re-read the sentences this morning and did the first two questions: ‘Quis est Cornelia?, Ubi habitat Cornelia?’ She was so pleased to be able to answer in Latin. Yahoo! A point for expanding her interests!

Jay got a trapping job for an elderly lady who had a grey squirrel nest in between the original siding and the vinyl siding of her dormer soffet (roof overhang, underneath). Poor lady was afraid as she feared they would some how enter her bedroom and jump on her as she slept. (He assured her grey squirrels are not known for activity of that nature.)

He eventually caught five half-grown young ones in live traps set on the roof. Still waiting word on whether the mother was caught.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 10 2003 at 10:39 am
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The singular imperative would be “abi!” as in “Abi, o puer moleste!” If you want to tell two obnoxious fellows to get them hence, then use “abite!”

Sorry to hear that Denver is not that great a teacher. It’s something I couldn’t really guage for you.

Keep it up with the Johnsons! I always suspected you might do something like this, Deb.

Comment posted by Matt (ip: on 09 / 17 / 2003 at 3:32 pm

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When she is charming
she is very very charming.

Tonight Jay thought I was so charming the grad student who came to supper could not have possibly said no even if I offered him rotten summer squash.

“Rotten zucchini? Sure, I’ll take the whole pile!”

(no such thing was offered–tomatoes, beets, chard, basil only)

He has agreed to teach Isaac Latin.

But when she is not, watch out!

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 04 2003 at 8:29 pm
Autumn arrival
Today canned two gallons of juice and 7 quarts of puree from Mehu Maija -ing a bushel of tomatoes. One and a half more bushels to go. In the old days when the children were not schooling so much I did 7-10 bushels. But something had to go.

Jay and I had a whole three days together. My parents had the kids to the farm. We visited a meadery on the West side of Seneca lake and bought Christmas gifts. We drove between Skaneatles and Otisco lakes up to Skaneatles and had a wonderful early supper at a small restaurant there. We watched movies. We talked and prayed. We planned family changes. (Behavioral, mostly)

Started school in earnest yesterday. Had to review with Isabelle the alphabet, vowels, consonents, syllables. Wonderous what gets shoved out of young minds by summer. Isaac slightly stunned at having to use complete sentences and show all work. He is in 7th grade now.

Tonight a grad student comes for supper to see if he wants to take Matt’s place as Isaac’s latind tutor. And we to see if we want him.

After weeks without, two and a half inches rain this week. Cool days and nights of fall.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 04 2003 at 3:35 pm
Beware of Plant Defense Chemicals in your food
One of the neighbor mothers had been having a difficult year healthwise. She had lost 35 pounds, was spacey and confused, and had lost all sense of orientation. Her 12 year old son had to go with her in the car or she was afraid she would not be able to get home from doctor visits or shopping. She had other scary symptoms. Brain scans showed three areas of damage. Doctors were stumped.

She was referred to a neurologist. He looked at all the reports and tests. Then he asked her if she consume any soy products in her diet. She did. Many kinds. He referred her to this site .

Since she has completely cut soy out of her diet she has had an almost complete turn around. She is more alert, fells like herself again, the weight loss has stopped. Her eyes are clear and she is “with it” aagin.

Farmers know soybeans must be heated to denature some proteins (trypsin inhibitors) before feeding them to pigs or cattle to prevent poisoning the animals.

Food designers are using soy more than ever before.

This page discusses the history of soybean use as food, how different preparation methods impact the various chemicals that are active in soybeans, and what that may mean for humans ingesting these soy products.

It is long enough to be considered a rant, makes typical metabolic studies seem horrid, but has quite a load of documentation for its many and varied claims.

Entry posted by jpm14 on August 16 2003 at 11:04 am
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Thank God she found a Dr. who knew what he was doing.
Comment posted by Suz (ip: on 08 / 16 / 2003 at 9:29 pm
We Got off easy
compared to Angela .


Entry posted by jpm14 on August 16 2003 at 9:42 am
Some Things That make for an Almost Perfect Summer Day
Yesterday Isaac walked Isabelle up the road to Kara’s birthday party. He weeded and pulled out the pease, which were long gone by.

Isaac and Petra walked down to visit Angela’s cats.

Later I visited with Isabelle a lovely blue-green snake (dead, alas) she had found on the roadside during their return walk home. She picked up a mating pair of grasshoppers, brought them home and drew them for the science notebook. Throughout the day I found several dead insects whose wings I am keeping for cards.

I picked all the almost to big beans and weeded out the now done poppies.

We had openface egg salad, tomato and cheese sandwiches for lunch.

Julie came bearing books. She left bearing produce.

The kids and I laid out in the shade and played with the cat. Then we chased each other around.

Everyone played “Snood” as a reward for working throughout the day.

Isabelle and I went over the the pond late in the afternoon so she could “swim”. Mud bottomed ponds were a fact of my childhood, as were leaches. Isaac refused to come, instead holding out for Flatrock, which was not an option. The shallower part of the pond was significantly warmer than the area where the spring water was flowing in. Isabelle found a half grown tadpole she kept catching and putting to sun on a rock.

Corn and beets for supper.

Held the horses so Jay could pour pesticide on them. That Sparks did not want to be wet. Yet I never see him running madly in the rain.

Jay and kids went and played basketball at neighbors hoop.

Read a couple more chapters of “Man of the Family” to the family.

Said “No” to two and “Yes” to one requests for my time and my family’s time and energy to do for others.

Entry posted by jpm14 on August 16 2003 at 9:39 am
Power Out
What bothered me most about no electricity for a few hours (about 10) was my children’s attitude.

I was psyched for the adventure of only opening the refrigerator once (lemonade, Woodchuck hard cider, eggs, cheese, pesto, leftover noodles, broth) and having candles to bathe by while using only two gallons of water from the neighbors. We had the whole garden and a gas stove, a full rain barrel, lots of concealed places to pee.

The kids were worried about the inconvenience. Pah! They do not remember from whence they came. I taught them how to brush their teeth using a glass of water.

I read to them while they drew until it was too dark to see. When I woke up at 2.30am all the electronic clocks were blinking.

Entry posted by jpm14 on August 15 2003 at 2:49 pm
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The only other worries were that Angela was stuck in LaGuardia and my mid-70 year old aunt was in an airport somewhere in NY also.
Comment posted by Deb (ip: on 08 / 15 / 2003 at 2:51 pm

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One more time, with feeling
The Martens had the last supper with us tonight. Probably. The last last supper was Thursday night. That was before the movers called and said they would come Saturday instead of Friday.

Then early Saturday morning came a phone call informing them the truck driver, on his way to their home from Youngstown, OH, had himself gotten a telelphone call: his wife and child had been in a severe traffic accident in Pennsylvania. The trucker headed home instead of continuing to Ithaca.

The new driver and truck should show up sometime early Moday morning. The extra time was a blessing from the Lord–Jeni and Chris needed the time to go through boxes they found in the attic that had never even been opened when they first moved in that had come all the way from her parents home when her Mom and Dad moved to the Left Coast from the Mid-west.

The extra time has been a blessing for us too. And many of the Martens’ childrens’ friends who have had the opportunity for one last long day of play and overnight.

Entry posted by jpm14 on August 10 2003 at 7:50 pm
Who needs TV?
The children and I met Mom halfway yesterday and returned Rose and Janine to her. We had a good, tiring time when they were here. The girls slept in the same bed and talked until much too late each night. I was on the other side of the wall and did not get my usual hours in. So last night I went to bed before 9PM.

At a few minutes after nine odd noises came through the window from the area of Lily’s cage. Lily was involved in an incident of domestic disregard last week that has damaged her hind leg or lower spinal area. She seems not to be in pain, but she can not hop as freely about as she did. Worried, I went down and out in the rapidly deepening dusk to check on her. It seemed she was trying to hop up on top of her box without success, so I helped her up.

As I came in the back porch in the dark, there was a distinct paper rattling noise coming from the dog food bag. A stranger hitting us up for a meal! Whatever it was had climbed completely in the bag.

Unwilling to walk past it in the dark to get in the door, unwilling to turn the light on, both for fear of whatever it was rushing at me (and I only in a light nightgown), instead ran around to the window near the phone to attract Jay’s attention. He, on the phone, thought I had somehow been locked out and went straight to the door. I ran back around yelling for him to be careful. The dog barrels out of the house, around the corner and straight into me. I screeched, thinking the strange animal had attacked me. We sort ourselves out. No strange beast in sight. Oh well.

Back inside, as soon as the door is shut, comes the sound of crunching and rustling. The unknown animal had never left the bag. Now short high churring also emanates from the bag. What animal but a skunk would stay put all that while?

Jay goes out with the flashlight and eventually determines it is a raccoon — the only _other_ animal that bold. I get the gun and it is ignominiously forced to depart . Guess it got into a bad habit while we were up at the farm.

It took an hour or so for the adrenalin to be metabolized so I did not get to bed any earlier than I had been. Oh well!

Entry posted by jpm14 on August 05 2003 at 1:44 pm
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I once had a similar experience with a squirrel that tried nesting in the luggage my college roommate and I had stored in the outside area of the dorm, fenced off with chicken wire. She was convinced it was a rat, until I proved otherwise. Unfortunately the luggage had inconvenient (for us) holes gnawed into it.

With regards to other rodents, perhaps it’s time to build a Rabbit Ramp?

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 08 / 06 / 2003 at 12:29 pm
Which is more painful?
Having a necessary, but not vital, organ removed (say, the gallbladder)


Having a friend whom you have known more than half your life move away?

Bet you can guess the answer.

Entry posted by jpm14 on August 05 2003 at 1:20 pm
Practical Entomology
Sparrow has a bot fly larva in his right neck just before it joins his shoulder. The grey tiger cat is Mom’s favorite and has changed residence to a wagonload of straw bales in the tall shed because the mama cat attacks him. Mom asked me to look at him the day we came.

There is a half dollar sized bare patch of skin with a 1/2 inch hole through his hide in the middle. In it is a white raised area one could mistake for a partially healed abcess, maybe. When you gently squeeze the area, pus, blood and serous fluid ooze out.

In my childhood we kept beef animals and dairy heifer replacements. One summer memory is of standing beside the young beef heifers, pushing down on both sides of similar holes in their black backs, squeezing out thumb size maggotty larvae.

So it was apparent Sparrow had aquired one. Mom still does not quite believe me, has not let me work on Sparrow and (wonder of wonders) had Dad make an appointment for Sparrow at the vet this afternoon.

More detailed descriptions of removing bot fly larvae are to be found here if you desire to read them. Most of these are from humans who have visited Central and South American jungle regions. They are one hazard of adventure travel that is not played up in magazine articles.

As far as I am aware, the local northern (Horse Stomach) bot flies do not infest humans. Pregnant bot flies usually leave their eggs on the hairs of the forelegs and chest area of an animal. The animal (horse or cow, usually) ingests the eggs which hatch in the stomach and can live there, feeding, for up to a year before migrating through the body boring through tissue, fat and ultimately skin. They breathe air, eat nutrients from the bloodstream and eventually pupate and drop off the animal.

When I was young farmers hated them because they ruined the hides of cattle. The holes made in the hide may grow in but the skin has lost its integrity there (or so I was told).

The mode of transmission is fascinating in human bot flies. Human bot flies lay eggs on biting, stinging, blood sucking insects. When the insect feeds on a human (think mosquito) the eggs hatch instantaneously into larvae which offload from the insect to the human and immediately begin boring into the skin. Or so says the article I found here.

Entry posted by jpm14 on July 31 2003 at 9:55 am
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I think I’d take a botfly over a Guinea worm, any day!
Comment posted by anja (ip: on 07 / 31 / 2003 at 10:04 pm
Blueberry Potato Salad Recipe
1/4 cup white wine vinegar

1 T. olive oil

1/2 tsp. each sugar, salt and dried basil

1/8 tsp black pepper

4 cups potatoes; cooked and sliced

1 cup frsh blueberries

1/2 cup cucumber, diced

1/2 cup carrot, shredded

2 T each scallions and parsley, chopped

Blend together well the vinegar, oil, sugar, salt, basil and pepper.

Add mixture to large bowl; add the potatoes and mixe well.

Stir in blueberries, carrot and cucumber.

Sprinkle with scallions and parsley.

There you go, Jeni!

Entry posted by jpm14 on July 30 2003 at 5:34 pm
The Colvins should be on their way West by now.

We are home in Agricultural Territory. Here one can earn hourly minimum wage by walking hundred acre field cabbage rows in the hot sun pulling weeds. Sunburn and sunstroke can put you out of your summer job.

The profession of cropduster is a possibility here. Cropdusters fly small prop planes with a full payload and dip like swallows over a pond leaving plumes of powdered pesticide on those cabbage fields. A main occupational hazard is power lines that criss cross haphazardly over many acres carrying power from Niagara Falls to Rochester.

Dad and Jay went up to look at the other farm last night and discovered the Highway Dept. had sawn off the end of one drainage vent and gone through the two steel stakes marking the vent. “It must have got their attention” says Jay. Since brush hog blades are what did the cutting. Whoo-eee.

Isabelle spent the day kitty catching. She woke me up early this morning to be Chief Kitty Catcher.

I made potato blueberry salad for supper. A recipe from Cooperative Extension, whose agents were at the small local farmer’s market Mom and I stopped at theis morning.

Entry posted by jpm14 on July 29 2003 at 5:49 pm
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Potato Blueberry Salad? Recipe! Recipe!
Comment posted by Jeni (ip: on 07 / 29 / 2003 at 10:54 pm

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As terrible as an army with banners
Dylan version of C. S. Lewis’s Screwtape speaking to The Church?
Entry posted by jpm14 on July 26 2003 at 9:04 am
Green, Wool, Despair
Isabelle came in the other day saying “Look, Mom, I found a glow-in-the-dark grasshopper!” She eventually drew and colored a picture of the young katydid. We heard one sing for the first time this week.

Speaking of glow-in-the-dark green; Jay has sanded and painted the side porch entryway walls a lovely “blanc mange”. Blanc mange is French for ‘white food’. It is the name Fanny Farmer Cookbook uses for vanilla cornstarch pudding. That pudding which I have found to be made easily and best in a large Pyrex bowl with a handle in the microwave. Except we make chocolate most often, followed by butterscotch. Just use brown sugar instead of white.

I loved “Barley Green”, a greyish green, for the floor enamel color but worried it would be too dark, so, since I was in the throes of monthly madness, chose instead “Geranium Green”, a bright yellowy green. Jay painted just a part of the floor so it could dry and we could move the big cupboard used for school books back in place before painting the rest. Yeow! Take my advice: wait until you are as normal as possible to choose colors for your home.

As I explained to the paint mixing man when I went seeking his help, “When your husband calls from work and asks if he can pick up a can of a different color on the way home you know something is REALLY wrong with the color.” He ageed that if a husband wanted to get that involved with color decisions I did need his help. The gent could teach color theory. He dulled the bright yellow with a big dose of violet, added dollops of more green and a duller yellow and voila! The rest of the gallon is barley green. So, when the first paint dries–it is enamel and it has been raining most of a week–the garish floor will become stately.

Three of us go down yearly to judge Wool Day at the Troy, PA fair. We take Ellie’s van and we all bring food to share. Shelly brought this wonderful fake egg salad made with tofu, colored with turmuric that had lots of things I want to try at home (umobashi plum something (paste?, vinegar?) is the one I remember, sort of). We had fewer clothing and skeins to judge but all of high quality. There were four sheep to shawl teams. The handspun red warp twill shawl with black diamonds that should have won came in third because the team handed it in at the very last moment. They had even twisted the fringe. I guess something happened to the loom and they had to weave the last bit by hand off-loom.

A very respectable handspun purpley-blue warp Bronson lace variation with grey weft came in first. It was beautiful, but not showy enough for Shelly’s taste. And I admit I have seen enough over the years of the purpley-blue and grey color scheme. Our team used to specialize in it.

Oops. Shelly was to buy one Mary Stepney fleece (no, not from HER back, from her famous in these parts sheep) for Kathy. Well, then we saw this beautiful medium grey fleece. And then Ellie saw this creamy, luscious five-inch staple length Lincoln mix fleece. Too long for Kathy’s carder. We found a lovely soft Finn cross for Kathy. And before you could phone home to warn the honeys, there were three fleeces in the van. We are splitting the grey up between us. And I told Ellie I would take some of the Lincoln. Says she who has not spun in over a year. All my fleece use of late is in stuffing, tails, manes and beards for felt creatures and gnomes.

Since the school cupboard is bare in order to be moveable the floors and bench space is full. I have sorted through some of it but I despair of paring down enough.

C.S. Lewis’s ‘The Screwtape Letters’ reveal that he not only knew a lot about the human condition, but (as y’all know) he could write well about it. I have been reading it again and it has helped me. “It is about _this_ that he is to say “Thy will be done”, and for the daily task of bearing _this_ that the daily bread will be provided.” (p29) Not to mention (but I am) the ever coming closer departure of two sets of family friends.

Entry posted by jpm14 on July 25 2003 at 2:05 pm
Real Fun and Real Grammar through Latin
After a fun filled long weekend, my two nephews and Angela’s nephew, Matt the Marine, have all returned to their homes. After one outside lunch we saw all the boys huddled around Matthew with their mouths open as he told Marine stories. What a good thing for the young and younger. Being looked up to (for the first time?) and having a young man outside the family to look up to.

Jay and Isaac are off at Boy Scout camp.

Isabelle and I are eating unusual foreign things (Chinese noodles in a cup, Yugoslavian wafer cookies, tinned Thai soup, –and local uncle-grown cherries) and tonight watched _Running Free_, a movie about a German horse in a mining town in Rhodesia in 1914. The review: “It is MUCH better than _Spirit_.” (Real horses, real people)


The Winston Grammar for 7th grade will be going back to Sonlight. Matt’s Latin class grammar really was English grammar useage in disguise. After I looked at the Winston books in dismay, I showed them to Isaac who said “Well, maybe I could use it for review?”

“Yeah, if we want to review things you had a year or more ago!”

Jeni said “This is 7th grade!? Do they save real grammar for high school?”

Hmm. I had hoped Isaac would be USING grammar routinely by then, not just getting round to LEARNING it. Which he will, seeing he’s had it via Latin.

And maybe, God willing, we can find another Latin teacher who is almost as good as Matt…..

Entry posted by jpm14 on July 16 2003 at 8:25 pm
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I sold our elementary school grammar curriculum after the third time Talia said, “Oh! If this were Latin, it would be…” and correctly described a rule or concept that the English grammar curriculum had not yet introduced her to.

Matt says there’s no point in learning English grammar. Once you have Latin and/or Greek under your belt, you understand grammar, period. Hey, one less subject for me to worry about…

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One Week in Summer
Sat and Sunday Isabelle ran a 102-104 degree fever and I nursed her.

Monday was our last Latin class at Martens with the Colvins. Isabelle was fine.

I was weepy on the way home and through the rest of the afternoon.

Tuesday was Isabelle’s first horse riding lesson, in a corral, on a horse that is used for 10-15 hours of lessons a week, with an instructor. After which she announced that now, obviously, she was prepared to ride Cherry alone in the pasture. Hah! Piano lessons in the afternoon.

Wednesday Kody, Aireka, Troy and Mary Alyce came for lunch, piano lesson and catching up. Then Julie J and her girls came and we had a high old time.

Late afternoon I called home to get some phone numbers. One good friend from high school and I have kept in contact all these years. He is visiting family this week. After new info and a flurry of calls Wednesday eve, Jay sent Isaac, Isabelle and I up to the home farm so we could visit the Valiant family the next morning.

The quick trip was a result of an opening in my schedule as my brohter was unable to come here Thursday as planned. Charles, a NY State trooper, was exposed to TB on July 4th (prisoner spit at him and another trooper), so he had to be tested.

Since S and his wife, P, live in China doing underground missions work for Crusade our chance to catch up is rare. (If you have not caught on, I am not using real names for our friends as many people could suffer if their work is compromised.) Isaac and Belle got on just fine with their children, also adopted (from China), B, seven yr. old girl and L, 4 yr. old boy. It was a special time.

We then had lunch at the farm with my Aunt Janice, Isabelle played violin for her and her grandparents, one last kitty fix and we were ‘on the road again’.

At the farm, in addition to the cousins, are three month-old kittens. Two mackerel tigers, one grayish and one with more light brown tones, both male, and a female that has weird coloration. She is a very dark smudgy calico. Only hints of yellow and white, mostly smears of dark browns and black with hints of other colors. We carried them up to the house yard and back to the barn at least five times in six hours.

Isabelle and I stopped at the outlet mall up near Magee on the way home and discovered that April Cornell has an outlet store there now. We each got a dress, and I also bought skit. All for less than $50.00. We left Isaac on the farm as my brother and nephews are there and will be arriving here later today (Friday). Isaac gets some concentrated boy time in.

Angela has returned from Australia with her nephw Matt in tow. He met her in Chicago. We have not seen him since he joined the Marines. They will come for lunch today.

And we had a full nights’ rain. The water barrel is full.

Entry posted by jpm14 on July 11 2003 at 8:24 am
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All this in ONE week? You need to slow down, girl!
Comment posted by Suz (ip: on 07 / 13 / 2003 at 9:43 pm

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A Whole Month
Summer is a very busy time here.

Since I last chose time to sit and blog I have been to New York City and Shelter Island, which lies in between arms of land at the far end of Long Island, with six other female followers of Christ to celebrate a 45th birthday.


Our family has driven to Richmond, Virginia and back for the wedding of a nephew, seeing an agricultural museum, the museum of the Confederacy and the Confederate White house in the process. In Richmond I bought my mother a sterling salt spoon that looks like a miniature sugar shell and myself a set of six heavy sterling cutwork-like butter knives. Some time you shall have to come to tea and we shall use them!

We have had Kody and Aireka, grandchildren of a friend, visit us for more than a week during the days. They live in cities in California and love being country mice for a while.

We have had Jacob and Olivia for a week while their parents went to Austen, Texas to buy a house. Sob. Matt and Sora are moving. Chris and Jeni are moving. The times they are a-changing.

We have a new neighbor across the road, Louise, an elderly woman who has stories of her days running a farm, milking cows by hand and using horses for the farmwork while almost single handedly raising seven children. “My husband was not much of a man”, she says. Her children help her now a great deal. She also has a yellow tiger bob tail kitten found starving in a State forest by one of her sons who is now living the high life and a prime reason for Isabelle to visit Louise.

Jay has rebuilt and reroofed the front third of the garage roof. There has been a lot of gardening.

There have been fishing excursions and birthday parties to attend. We read “Little Britches” by Ralph Moody. The tent is up and being slept in. The fort in the hedgerow has been improved and added to.

There have been neighbor animals to care for, and the horses. Hay to move and mow away. Lawn mowing. Weeding.

Nephews are due in less than a week. Then, a sister-in-law and a niece.

You get the picture.

Hope your summer has been as full as ours.

Entry posted by jpm14 on July 05 2003 at 8:41 am
There is now 15 or so feet of stone walkway and new plants. Once they fill in it will look even better. The tree peonies are in full bloom and gorgeous–a red-purple, a red, three pinks–ranging from bold to lavender, and a yellow with pink edges. One plant is on the edge of dying. It has never bloomed. I go talk to it and wish I knew how to help it.

Angela came to the horse club meeting Sunday. She is a burro in order to avoid complying with the previous rules.

Isabelle had some new rules:

5-Do not make a horse lay back its ears.

6-Do not whip a horse hard.

7-Do not ride a horse and make it rear.

We had two breaks to play with stuffed bunnies. They were quite rough with each other. Most of the meeting time was spent memorizing the new rules.

Still on antibiotics. Another two weeks. Please let them be efficacious, Lord.

Have started reading “Safe As Houses”, a book of poetry by U. A. Fanthorpe. First read a poem by her on Valerie’s blog. “The Wicked Fairy at the Manger”. Also reading some of Auden’s poetry now.

Finished ” The Demon Princes” series by Jack Vance. The good guy wins. Gets the girl. The bad guys all bite the dust. All written about in five wonderful off-world tales.

Leaving my family this long weekend to accept an invitation to a birthday celebration on Shelter Island, down on the far end of Long Island. I figure it will bhave an off-world, or at least a different world quality of its own. Seven ladies–two oof us from farms, the rest city girls.

Entry posted by jpm14 on June 05 2003 at 8:43 am
Alison called yesterday. The new addition to their family is a two pound white fluffy puppy. Abigail, 4 1/2 ish, has been wishing and begging and hoping for a dog for quite a while. Alison says there is now, however, a lot of ‘sibling’ rivalry and jealousy going on between the puppy and Abigail. The pup came with three names–Consuela Isabelle S_____. Abigail chose Isabelle—what else? So Alison called to let us know Isabelle has a name sake–who is being called “Izzy”.

At the time I spoke to Alison, we had returned from a shopping expedition with a large dog bed for Zeke. Isabelle was sharing it with him. Then I noticed Isabelle was also sharing something else with Zeke.

“Isabelle, what do you have in your mouth?”

(quickly chewing and gulping) “I don’t have anything in my mouth _now_.”

“Isabelle, were you eating dog food?” (Again!?)


Since I was still on the phone, I told Alison that perhaps calling the puppy Isabelle was a perfect idea since my Isabelle liked to act like, and eat like, a dog.

“Mom! Do not tell whoever is on the phone that I eat dog food!”

“Why not?”

“It is embarrassing! And if you do I will tell all your friends that you…you…

_drink coffee!_ And you know it is not good for you with the medicines you take.”

“But dear, maybe you should not eat dog food if you are embarrassed to have other people know about it…..”

“Mom! Just do not tell anyone!”


Entry posted by jpm14 on May 31 2003 at 9:31 am
Horse feed? Oh yeah! It has molasses in it. Tastes like dessert after dog food.
Then there is oxalis, shepherd’s purse and grass–so she does not have a totally grain based underground diet.

You might think I am a rotten cook, but _really_, I feed her better tasting stuff than these.

Comment posted by Deb (ip: on 06 / 05 / 2003 at 8:09 AM

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At least you know it won’t hurt her… I recall a story somewhere of a family keeping dog biscuits in a big tin on the outside porch and their kids and friends munching on them as an after-school snack.

I also recall a survival expert telling my GS troop that keeping a dog biscuit or in the backpack was a good idea in case you got lost and needed something to eat. It was apparently more practical than a chocolate bar because one supposedly would not eat it until straits were indeed dire. Perhaps that would not work so well in Isabelle’s case.

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 06 / 01 / 2003 at 11:40 AM
I am not the least bit surprised! But, I am laughing! Has Isabelle tried horse feed, yet? I remember when my brother bet me (what? I don’t remember) to eat a dog biscuit. I did. Chocolate is definitely better.

I am so glad you keep in touch with Alison.

Hey, I heard that you got the Ransome books at the book sale. Volunteer privilege. I digress…I guess that means we need to get together! May be we can share a pot of coffee.

Comment posted by Julie (ip: on 06 / 03 / 2003 at 12:48 PM

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Slow Goings On
In between bed rest (where I chonked down “The Golden Age” by John C. Wright –excellent– and am close to finishing “The Demon Princes” by Jack Vance–outer space detective novel), antibiotics, and a little planting I have not been up for much the past few days.

We did go to Angela’s Saturday night for a lovely time complete with the years’ first charred hot dogs and games until all the wind left me and I sagged home to bed.

After church (great sermon on the _biblical_ notion of understanding/discernment) yesterday we visited the Cornell Plantations. In the peony garden some of the early deciduous varieties are out and the Guardian of the Monestary tree peony is beginning to bloom. Looks like many of the large elderly tree peonies had a hard time of it with all the ice and snow. Some had been cut back to the ground and a few had only a couple mature branches remaining. I recommend a visit once a week for the next month to get an idea of the scope and beauty of the plants there.

It seems there is now online an accessible list of plants for each area of the Plantations . Great!

Then we visited Comstock Knoll, the rhododendron and shady plants garden. Most of the rhododendrons are in full bloom. Along with the rhodos and azaleas, the ferns and hosta and viburnums and other lovely plants are at their loveliest right now. We encourage you to visit THIS WEEK if at all possible. Jay will be bringing/telling people from Boyce Thompson during lunch hours. It is only a 7 minute walk or so. Evidence of the effects of a hard winter were seen on my favorite yellow azaleas, which had most of their large stems cut to the ground. Reminded me of my poor Pieris japonica, from which I removed at least a third of the wood–dead. Of course no flowers this year–they froze in the -20 degree F weather and February ice. But the Pieris on Comstock is lovely.

Isabelle has decided to begin a ‘horse club’. Yesterday the family attended the first meeting, after church and lunch, which was held in her bedroom. We layed around on a blanket. We each had to choose which kind of horse we wished to ‘be’, memorize rules:

Rule Number 1: Horses may not kick, bite or rear.

Rule Number 2: Zebras may not kick, bite or rear. (Jay chose to ‘be’ a zebra.)

Rule Number 3: While coming in the door step well. (That means imitate a horse.)

Rule Number 4: Neigh when coming in the door,

and pay attention to Isabelle. Perhaps that last is the overall goal of the club.

In the late middle afternoon Jay, Isabelle and I took a foray up back hunting flat rocks to use for the creation of a path from the back walk to the driveway. Successful, we returned, had a quick supper and then while the rest of the family drove off to kayak and fish, I dug. Got about my length of a pathway in before collapsing.

Oh, and I bought a plumbago. Read the name for years in various older stories but had never seen one. Lovely blue flowers and the chance to overwinter indoors.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 26 2003 at 8:30 am
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Last night Isabelle asked if I wanted to be in the horse club. She made me memorise the rules (and they hadn’t changed from the version that Deb listed). I suggested that I would like to be a burro, and after only a moment’s hesitation, she said that would be OK.

Then I pointed out that some burros do kick and bite, so it might require a special rule. And that they do not neigh, but bray (and demonstrated), so she might need another extra rule for that. I didn’t mention that burros are sometimes rawther intractable. I suppose she can find that out later. 😉

I wheezed all night – so loudly I kept waking up and wondering what the sound was – at which point it would stop because I was holding my breath, listening. Then Latte jumped on me around 5am which caused much coughing (to his annoyance). So I’m taking a sick day to give this stuff a chance to leave my lungs.

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 05 / 27 / 2003 at 6:21 am
Gardening Tales
Transplanting is one of my favorite things to do. Wet, cool Tuesday morning I spent playing outside. There are now 100 little lettuces transplanted into a narrow rectangle in the vegetable garden from their raised seed bed. Dianthus which were started from seed in the garden last year were moved to spots down near the house to bloom. I enlarged the beds near the house to accomodate them. That is an ongoing plan. Soon I will need to decide how and where stepping stones will go.

Two of the large blue-grey and yellow Francis Williams hostas by the back door were dug up, cut apart with the biggest kitchen knife we own (we use it very rarely on meat so maybe Jay will not mind so much) and relocated to the growing hosta beds under the western pines. Then smaller variegated green and white old hosta were moved to the back door area. That type was there when we moved in and looks fitting next to the cream colored house. The F. Williams is a big leaved fancy variety that my pride decided would be better there. But it never has looked as nice as the older (unnamed) variety. So…

Lots of thoughts about the uses God makes of transplanting in our lives as I worked. Room to grow and develop who and what you were made to be/do. Place to shine. Place God has you to do best. Room to mature. Adjustment for one’s own benefit which may seem like a setback at first. When a plant (or a person?) is dug up, some root growth is severed and lost and the leaves may wilt until new root growth begins again. Best done under more adverse weather conditions. Sunny days do not lead to good transplants. Too much shock without enough roots to support photosynthesis immediately. So maybe difficulties in life (our dark, cool days) are the best times for changes.

Wednesday I got sicker. Thursday I knuckled under and went to the Dr. who put me on an antibiotic. The sinus infection I had been wrestling had been getting worse over time in small increments…thought I was making headway against it. but finally had to acknowledge that I was afraid of the coming weekend may hold if I did not see a doctor before then. Blah.

But today is overcast and cool. Plant moving can resume!

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 23 2003 at 8:54 am
Yesterday, the 17th, was our 17th wedding anniversary.

Jay and I had spent some time alone Thursday fishing (our first date was fishing in the early AM) since he had Boy Scout leader training to attend this weekend.

We thank God for his faithfulness and forgiveness which has helped us to be faithful and forgive each other all these years. The ability to forgive ranks right up with communication and humor.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 18 2003 at 10:30 am
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I’ve often thought there should be something explicit about forgiveness in the marriage vows. Maybe at the end we should add something along the lines of, “When I blow it regarding the rest the rest of my vows, I will seek your forgiveness, and when you blow it regarding the rest of your vows, I will extend forgiveness to you.”

Congrats on 17 years!

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A Really Delectable Dessert
An Aunt who weeds out old cookbooks is a wonderful asset. If only her jewelry needed weeding, too!

From Good Houskeeping’s Book of Delectable Desserts, published the year I was born and then priced at 39 cents:

Peaches Supreme

1/4 cup brown sugar, firmly packed

1/2 cup white or dark corn syrup

1/3 cup sherry

2 Tablespoons butter

1 No. 2 1/2 can cling-peach halves, drained

toasted flaked coconut

1. In saucepan, combine sugar, corn syrup, sherry, butter; simmer 5 min.

2. In bowl, place peaches; over them, pour hot butter mixture. Let stand until ready to serve.

3. Fill cavities of peach halves with toasted coconut. Serve warm. Pass whipped cream, commercial sour cream, or ice cream.

Makes 5 to 6 servings

Notes: -I have used only a good dark rum, not sherry. Tastes just fine. Really fine.

– A large can of apricot halves works just as well as peaches. Apricots these days are almost as large as peaches!

-Notice that when this was written there was a possibility you had _home-made_ sour cream on hand.

-I toast the coconut from a package on a cookie sheet in a 350 oven, stirring occasionally, until about one half is colored. (10 minutes?)

– Vanilla Ice cream for company; whipped cream or sour cream are superfluous; for daily dessert just the fruit, sauce and coconut is great enough.

-This last time I did not use any corn syrup and just used the syrup from the apricots. Not quite as good.

-When this is served I reign as ‘Best Mom in the World’ for a short time.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 16 2003 at 8:03 am
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Am sitting and waiting for Matrix Reloaded to start. Rose forced me to go to the matinee. Will let you know how it goes..
Jay S
Comment posted by Jay S (ip: on 05 / 16 / 2003 at 7:57 pm
Dress Woes
A nephew of Jay’s will be married in Richmond, Virginia this summer. We will be attending and have never been that far South. Mixed up with my anxieties over looking proper for the wedding are anxieties about looking proper for the South.

Jay was home sick yesterday so he sent me out to buy a dress for the wedding. “Money is no object. It will not be much over a hundred though, will it?” Ha! Little did he (or I) suspect how much money one can drop on a dress. Most of the ones I own are made by yours truly or are a decade or more old. Mom M. bought me some lovely things to wear in Bolivia. It has been awhile since I went good dress hunting.

Fit is a major reason many dresses in my closet are hand made. The body God has given me does not conform to the measurements the fashion industry uses to make dresses. The length between shoulder and waist is almost uniformly 1.25-1.50 inches too long for me. So if I pinch that much up on the shoulder seams, most dresses look marvelous on me. Unfortunately, folded globs of fabric on each shoulder are not a becoming fashion statement. If left alone, the waistline settles around my hips so I look as if I am pretending to be a grownup, or as if I am pregnant — which is emotionally painful as I was never able to obtain that state. The bust darts and arm holes droop, sacklike, as if someone yanked the stuffing out of my chest and back.

And I have this rather (irrational, if the sales ladies are right) belief that if I spend, say, one hundred and a quarter or more dollars on a dress, it should fit correctly and not have to be altered, by me or a paid seamstress. Call me old-fashioned. Call me frugal. It seems for that much money a piece of clothing could fit well the first time round.

In the course of an hour and a half I visited two ‘upscale’ stores asking about petite (that used to be the code word for short between shoulders and waist) dresses appropriate to wear to an evening wedding. At the first place–“Calbot’s”– I tried on a tea length black sleevless dress with a kind of handkerchief hem that made me look and feel matronly. It was also made of and lined with a heavyish polyester so in the southern humid heat I could have poached myself. It was too long in the bodice even though it was ‘petite’. The cut of the high jewel neckline and shoulders that ended just where the arms attached to the shoulder made me look like a soft bodied doll with removable head and arms. An older, chunky doll. Someone into the Goth look would have snapped it up.

Another dress, v-neck, sleeveless, straighter cut in a heavy stretch(!) blue polka dotted cotton looked better, except for the baggy excess from the waist on up. Ah well. It was only the first store.

The next place, “Finery and Frou-Frou”, is an artsy kind of clothes store that carries clothes, accessories, jewelry, furnishings from artisans across the country. The owner started here in town weaving her own stuff years ago. Back then you could have worn the clothes she made on a daily basis. Not now. After the sales ladies had helped me, I looked around on my own. There were bias cut hand dyed silk dresses for nearly eight hundred dollars! Their matching hand devore-ed shawls went for another four hundred. The prices impressed me. The sewing and dying and all that does not. I can do all that. You could, too. I could teach you how to. It is not hard. All it takes is time. But my time goes elsewhere now, into my family, mostly, not into hand dying silk yardage and burning out rayon or silk with acid or heat. Are clothes really _that_ important? Not to me.

Anyway, in this store I again explained the problem, thinking “Here they will understand and have some stuff that will fit.” But, no. Instead; “We have a wonderful seamstress who comes in Thursdays or by appointment who alters a lot of our petite clothing.” Of the two dresses I tried on (both in the over two hundred dollar range), the periwinkle silk ruffly one was too long–guess where–and the other, a pale silk charmeuse, confirmed that bias cut shifts are not meant to be seen in public on my form.

By now the blood sugar was dipping low and I was getting depressed. Maybe I should just make a dress. None of the styles I had seen were anything spectacular. Buy some nice silk and crank one out–that fit. So to Jo-Anne’s to look at patterns, then home, because the energy was ebbing dangerously.

Isn’t shopping yucky?

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 14 2003 at 11:08 am
Dresses that will raise your blood sugar (at least temporarily):

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Seriously, though, you probably didn’t want to hear this, but a finding a reasonable formal dress these days for under $200/$300 is almost impossible. You have to be very very lucky to find something nice at that price, because it means it’s on a closeout sale. To see what I mean, just take a look at the mail-order dresses from Talbot’s. And *those* are mass-produced and shipped from a warehouse.

What about the dress you made and wore for the wedding at Annapolis? (Or wherever?) It is very nice…

Time *is* money, I’m afraid.

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 05 / 14 / 2003 at 5:02 PM
I don’t know if there is one where you live or if the styles there would appeal to you, but I really like the dresses at April Cornell. They are comfortable, many are cotton, they have petite sizes and the styles are flattering for many figures. I especially appreciate that the clothing they sell is feminine and modest.

They also sell clothing online, but it does help to try things on. I definitely agree about shopping.


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May showers
Today is the fourth rainy/drippy day in a row. There has not been this much wetness here all at once in the past three droughty years. It so wonderful. The trees are covered in so many varied shades of green there can be no names for them all–from reddish and brownish to grey bluish. The newly planted perennials are happily sending roots down and leaves up. The yellow showers of pine tree pollen have been damped down.

Last week I visited with Lily bunny while she was in her outside pen. She was covered with dust. “More interested in grass than grooming, eh Lily?” She never says much back, except to hum when she is very happy. So I looked in the lawn for a nice white clover leaf to give her. My! All the grass and weeds were similarly dusty. Lily and lawn were coated with pollen. Isabelle showed me how the pines were flowering by shaking a small bough, releasing a concentrated cloud of it. One sunny day a constant haze of yellow enveloped our whole property. Did the cloud God sent with the Israelites have a color? The water in the rain barrel and the car windshield had skins of pollen.

All clear now.

Tuesday a week ago I was driving home from sorting books. Angela and I had left early because a hail/rain storm had knocked out the electricity at the book sale site. The hail was marble sized. The raindrops came down ferociously and were very large. As I went east up Route 13 the sun was going down behind me in bright orange-red-purple shiny splendor. Simultaneously– To the north behind white cumulus clouds sky was blue, to the south, dark with ranks of angry grey storm clouds. Lightning streaked down in the distance. Both ends of a diaphanous rainbow were visible to the near left and right ahead of me. The sky flowed through the color spectrum from an ochre red-orange to red-violets, mauves, lilacs, purples, blue-violets. I drove through a patch of road covered with large marble sized hail.

Surrounded with so much beauty all at once I drove slowly, afraid I would have an accident because I really was not looking at the road.

When I arrived home we had not had a drop of moisture. Jay was outside looking at the sky colors and variations.

Spring is so wonderful.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 14 2003 at 10:09 am
As I was speaking with Suzanne through the open window of her car Isabelle ran up and enthusiastically hugged me.

“Ow! Stop that!”

“What, mama?”

“Your chin is pointy and hurts when you push it into my breast.”

To Suzanne: “I’ll have some just like that some day.”

“Only bigger.”

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 10 2003 at 8:25 am
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Suzanne told me that same story Friday night. Never thought I’d see it on the internet! 😉
Comment posted by anja (ip: on 05 / 11 / 2003 at 8:20 pm
Lord of the Rings–
Post-Modern Style


Sora , who has had a good deal to say about this movie series will have something to say about this, I hope.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 08 2003 at 10:42 am
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I especially enjoyed the part about the “pipeweed-based-economy”. Maybe Ithaca should consider cultivating the Green St. parking garage area instead of building in it. They could generate a new source of revenue.
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for fun
The last test of this sort I did not even put the answers up–I came out looking like a highly functional autistic person. Sort of like my friend Angela. Maybe that is why we are pals. We came up with all sorts of reasons why the test results were not valid.

This test makes me look good. I can come up with the same sorts of reasons to indicate why the results are not valid. But the results are not embarassing. So today I am just—- highly functional.

It says I think three ways:

Musical thinker:

– Tend to think in sounds, and may also think in rhythms and melodies

– Are sensitive to the sounds and rhythms of words as well as their meanings.

-Feel a strong connection between music and emotions;

and of the jobs they list I have done them all;

Naturalist Thinkers:

– Like to understand the natural world, and the living beings that inhabit it

-have an aptitude for communicating with animals

– You try to understand patterns of life and natural forces

and I am credibly two of the five jobs they list;

Existential thinkers:

– Like to spend time thinking about philosophical issues such as “What is the meaning of life?”

– Try to see beyond the ‘here and now’, and understand deeper meanings

– consider moral and ethical implications of problems as well as practical solutions

and although I sometime wish I were head of State, I guess I can only try to claim one of the job listings under this catagory.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 07 2003 at 10:13 am
They said I was a “Naturalist Thinker,” and didn’t list any others. I guess I suffer from a one-sided back-to-nature type of autism. 😉

I kinda liked this test at the same site: brain sex

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I had forgotten I am a head of state: “Minister of Home Affairs”.
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morning blitz
It is not yet ten o’clock in the morning. I have had enough excitement for the day. But it is not over yet!

Just before Jay left for work Sue called. She was anxious about an ewe. It was the fattest one and she felt it was overdue and should have popped a couple weeks ago. She is subbing today in Homer and the ewe had chosen this morning to go into labor.

The kids gulped down breakfast, Jay rushed finishing getting ready for work and I put off my walk. Fifteen minutes later we convoyed in two vehicles down the road to the barn.

This Jacob ewe is mostly white and balloon shaped. She was down on her side in the pen, panting. It took Jay, my marvelous midwife husband, less than two minutes to figure out the lamb was backwards. He went to the house to wash up while I kept the ewe down. Cliff, Sue’s husband, a Cornell professor in fish science, came out to observe. “I’m sure glad you guys are around to call.” Isabelle was cruising the nursery pen picking up lambs to pet and avoiding being butted by ewes angry she was interfering with their babies.

Jay returned, found the tail and gradually worked the legs and hips out. A huge ram lamb. After a few minutes rest for the ewe he helped another large ram lamb into the world. This one was the right way round. He thought the first lamb would probably not have made it out. The ewe was not pushing much—too tired from inefficacious labor— and the hips on the lamb were just too big. The second lamb would have died also. Three cheers for Jay!

He left for work, we came home. Isaac is taking care of another neighbor’s cats while she vacates on a sailing ship in warm waters. I called Sue to fill her in while he went to check Henry and Almonzo. He returned crying. He could not get in. He had put the security chain on the door before he locked it. Now he could not get it off to get back in.

This problem is still in the works. I have a couple ideas but will take suggestions.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 06 2003 at 10:02 am
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Post script: A heavy wire coat hanger, a circle bent in one end large enough to fit over the chain knob and at an angle to stay on the knob, an elbow angle so I could manipulate the thing from outside, and Isaac to hold the door almost closed so I could push the knob to the opening. Voila!
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Jay heard and saw turkeys early this morning but did not get a shot.

Isaac, Isabelle, Zeke and I took a two hour walk not as early this morning and found four types of salamanders; a spotted salamander, a red eft, 3 red backed , and 2 dusky salamanders. We also found a baby snake curled up and cold, a couple 2 inch long, 1/3 inch wide black and yellow millipedes, 2 big half in long black spiders, a farming colony of small red ants. They were managing white aphids and “milking” them for the sweet sap they give off, a few assorted centipedes. And lots of newly blooming flowers; thalictrum, rue, red and white trillium, squirrel-corn (bleeding heart family), hepatica, bloodroot, spring beauty, dog tooth violet (trout lily), bellwort, ferns, violets. We also saw evidence that neighboring boys have begun using four wheelers in woods belonging to others. Too many smashed plants.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 03 2003 at 11:20 am
Wed. night guests
We have had the privilege to get to know Ben and Gerlinde over the past couple years. We have come to love them and look forward to our times together with them. They are missionaries who have worked in Africa for twenty five years, most recently in the highland wilderness of Ethiopia with the Me’en and in Malawi with the Yao, both unreached people groups.

Ben’s agricultural background and training are similar to mine. But he counts it all as nothing now–he (and Gerlinde) are gifted at reaching those who have never heard of the most wonderful gift in the world.

The Me’en did not have a written language. Some Me’en villages had never even seen people from another village, much less a white person. Ben and Gerlinde, while living in the midst of nowhere, with their two children (homeschooled), learned the Me’en language and then went about transcribing it (180 characters!)using the Ethiopic alphabet. Imagine teaching someone who has never had a day of school, who has never seen a book– 180 sounds!

They translated the gospel and summaries of the old testament, made thousands of booklets and alphabetic teaching tools by hand (a la Writing Road to Reading phoneme cards), taught some Me’en to read and taught them how to teach others—all the while preaching the gospel and training up young men who wished to be evangelists to their own people.

They are in the States now helping their children acclimate to US life and culture.

We were blessed they could visit us for dinner and hear some about Ben’s latest trek back into the Ethiopian highlands–complete with some video clips. We also got to observe Ben’s skill in sharing the gospel and theology in terms tribesmen can readily grasp. Ben says people in Africa in the bush are able to grasp much more quickly the spiritual truths of the Gospel because they live more closely to the land and to the spirit world.

Entry posted by jpm14 on May 02 2003 at 9:05 am
the Local Scene
Deleting old emails I came across one I never answered from my just retired military brother. “Is this a friend of yours?” with a blog address. Here it is. I do not know who it is, but I suspect it may be a local….

And I just finished reading a murder mystery by Beth Saulnier , Reliable Sources. Beth is a movie critic for the Ithaca Journal who only slightly alters the local scene to use in her novels. That’s why I read it. The Amazon reviews are overly enthusiastic. For those of us with a love/hate relationship with Ithaca and Cornell it is moderately entertaining.

She has written three or four mysteries so I am guessing she will leave Ithaca if they sell at all well. Oh, I guessed right! Beth has moved to Manhatten!

Entry posted by jpm14 on April 29 2003 at 1:14 pm
Prosody–Scanning poetry
The other really fun thing we have started is scanning Virgil– in Latin!

We have a whole seven lines to finish this week. (We did three in class) And memorize. Isaac and Jacob were shocked by the memorization requirement. Jeni and I were pleased. We hope to be able to do it also.

One of my favorite school memories is learning to scan using poems by Robert Frost and Shakespeare. We had to memorize a solioquy in sixth grade.

Thanks so much to Matt.

Those explanations of the names of meters, those rules for long and short–they all bring back pleasant memories. Silly.

Entry posted by jpm14 on April 29 2003 at 11:57 am
Thanks, Suzanne
But the Lamb Emergency is not the only exciting thing happening here.

Not by a long shot.

Sunday, after singing with the small women’s chorale for two services (whew!),

I went, at Suzanne’s instigation, to my first real ‘show’ on stage at a big theatre.

We saw ‘Riverdance – the Show’ at the Clemens Center in Elmira. It was impressive. I appreciated the professional production so much. How refreshing and restful to be able to admire a work in toto because great attention to detail and balance had been paid, because all the technical areas were flawless, because someone (a great many someones) cared enough to make it as replicably perfect as possible.

As opposed to forever noticing the annoying lack of attention to detail (“if I notice it, why did not they?”), or pretending a lack of production values did not matter, so that one has to try very hard to keep on track with the actual performance. A cloud of little black flies, each small and seemingly inconsequential, doing in what could have been a fine evening. (That is a gripe from a previous “professional” theatre production I went to in Ithaca, last summer.)

Sound (48 channel) and light boards and computers in the back of the theatre. They brought in their own dance floor. Sound was a tad too loud for me at times, but there was expert use dynamic range and the mix was good, good, good.

Stage scenery was minimal but expressive and added to the theme(s) without being a distraction. On each side were spaced three large elongated upside down trapezoids. Their surfaces were covered with giant spirals as if carved from stone. The backdrop seemed a massive three stone trapezoidal doorway and lintel with the sun or moon (as desired) above it. A flight of low, narrow steps running the length of the stage led from the backdrop dais to center back of stage. Lights of all colors and sorts changed moods and were choreographed as well as the dancers, adding but not overpowering what was going on.

The musicians were awesome. Nine of them. Two percussionists, a keyboard, bass guitar, acoustic/electric/classical guitar, button accordian, saxophone, uillean pipes/low whistles/flute, fiddle. Two hours or more of playing with no sheet music in sight. Incredible percussion, string and wind performances. Marvelous music. And beautiful.

The dancers were incredible. But I thought the overall feel of the performances was kind of desultory (this was the second to last show of a six day run) until the flamenco dancer, Rosa Manzano Jimenz. Her performance stood in bold relief to all the previous work. Stunning, powerful, emotive. For the first time I could understand how a dance form could capture or encapsulate themes of life within a culture.

After her, and perhaps in part because of the resounding applause she received, there was a noticeable change in the company. Performances were more electric.

Almost as if the company had taken stock and realized the audience could tell the difference so, “OK, let us do it right, let’s give it our all!”

The second half of the show was much more enthusiastic. There were two standing O’s and more dancing and singing.

It was good enough I could be persuaded to spend that great deal of money again

for something comparable.

Entry posted by jpm14 on April 29 2003 at 11:32 am
Lamb Emergency
Many of my friends tend to overextend themselves, over commit and under budget time required to fulfill the commitments. I am as bad as most of them and worse than many.

Then there is my neighbor friend, Sue. If she was a worm on a rainy night you could pluck her up no problem, there would be just the teensiest resistance. She’s out of the hole so far she couldn’t get back in if she tried.

On top of a large house and garden, student teaching for a Masters degree, numerous time and space consuming hobbies and married with three very active in sports teen-age sons, she has ever expanding flocks of goats, chickens and sheep.

The chickens do tend to self mitigate their expansion over time due to owl and weasel kills depending on where the chickens choose to roost, and the rodents who prey on the chicks and eggs. Jay is called on to help manage the flock size occasionally. But not often enough, or soon enough.

One reason Sue likes us well is because Jay was a shepherd and is “on-call” for sheep problems; lambing problems this time of year.

(I know that is not written correctly—Matt explained again today the difference between predicate and active verbs— and maybe I am starting to get it, since I noticed, —so instead of writing a separate wrong sentence for “And lambing problems…” I just tacked it on the end of the other one. I bet it is still not right.)


We went on a Lamb Emergency call this evening (Isabelle’s term). Sue called, frantic. Ewe down; legs and a nose partially out; no action. The kids and I were up back checking if the wild mama rabbit had moved her two babies (she had). We ran down and jumped in the truck.

These are Jacob ewes (which have never had lambing problems other years) bred to a Marino X ram. My guess is the ram was crossed with a big breed like a Corriedale. And Marinos are half again the size of Jacobs larger as it is. Or she has been feeding them better.

The ewe was up and circling, consuming her amnion. We got her down. Jay pushed the head back and pulled the legs out further into the classic “diving” position; a large (8lb.) black and white ram lamb popped out. Jay felt another, positioned it and helped it out; a 6-7 lb ewe lamb. She had trouble starting to breathe; Jay swung her (to get rid of fluid in the lungs); she started breathing. She has a mostly white body with black legs and head—a real cutey.

Isabelle held some of the older lambs; we admired the pine tree adorned with roosting chickens; I stole a curled tail feather from one of the house porch roosters; we came home.

Entry posted by jpm14 on April 28 2003 at 9:12 pm
And I feel successful if I can get my laundry off the line before it rains!
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Reminds me of Jim Herriott stories. I just started one of his books last week.
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This Blog’s For You, Valerie
When the sun is out and it is above 40 degrees I am outside a fair bit of time.

Found yellow spotted and regular (for here) old grey and salmony colored salamanders on my AM walk Tuesday with Zeke and Pounce back to the woods. It had been drizzly the night before and was above 40 degrees. Salamanders like that in the spring, I have heard. My guess is the yellow spotted one (5 inches long, blue black and thick as your thumb) was coming out of hibernation. He was under a rock on dry soil. They like wet the rest of the year.

Have been reading: The Botany of Desire– am now on potatoes;

The Farfarers by Farley Mowat– his contention, backed up by lots of travelling, research and archeological evidence, is that people he calls ‘Albans’ from Northern islands of Scotland came to the Hudson Bay region before the Norse and settled there. Very interesting. Lots of history and conjecture using old Roman chronicles;

Mr. Putter and Tabby books by Cynthia Rylant. Actually Isabelle has. They are wonderful. An old man gets an old cat and they do fun things together with each other and their neighbor, Mrs Teaberry and her dog, Zeke;

The Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey– an old mystery (written in the 30’s) that turned Angela into a history buff. Enlightening info about the real Richard III. Sent me to look stuff up on the internet;

Climbing Parnassus — see Matt’s blog on same. It is slow going for me. I read a great section today to Jay and Suzanne and Isaac about how the Greeks and Romans did not worry about how hard and nasty school was for children. Their duty was to learn. The learning pointed them towards Eternal ideals. Made me think maybe I was not as hard on my kids as I sometimes feel.

Angela incited me to get a library card to a small local library instead of downtown Ithaca. It has been great. Groton does not charge for holds ($.50 apiece downtown). Then there is the almost complete lack of parking now that the new parking garage is in the works. Ironic, that.

Been doing lots at night for Friends of the Library. Meetings, sorting.

Thinking lots about curricula for Isaac next Fall. Sonlight? Veritas? Read the Illiad and the Odyssey? Do American History from 1800’s on? Christian History?

Isaac (as of today) prefers American History.

Matt has had books at latin class by Philip Schaff on The History of Christendom and The Creeds of Christendom that make part of me salivate. The part that wishes I had more time to sit and read.

Thinking about Sora and Matt and familys’ imminent departure (only three more months) makes me sober and sad and sort of weepy. Not to mention kind of panic-y over what will become of the Latin Isaac has had stuffed into him these past two years.

Jay got a trapping job that brought us in the most valuable animal we have ever bagged. Not even the very large prime hides of raccoons back 15 years ago when they were worth something paid as much as people are now willing to pay for someone else to remove a skunk from underneath their home. Amazing.

Then there are the sad things life brings anew and the sad things that have happened that lead to introspection of the sort I will not indulge in here.

Several cuttings of two kinds of pussy willows are rooted and awaiting transplantation.

The lettuce and cilantro are up. Peas are in. Carrots are still being harvested and are sweet and tasty after being under feet of snow and pine needle mulch most of the winter.

Jay brought home over the course of a week several loads of mulch which have been distributed around various beds.

Hoping to make time to sew a dress for me and one for Isabelle.

Oh, and rehearsing with a woman’s chorale group two songs from the Messiah (He shall Feed His Flock, How Beautiful are the Feet), the Lord’s Prayer and a version of Dem Dry Bones.

So blogging has been taking a back seat. But gee, if there is an actual reader (!) maybe I can note something once in a while.

Entry posted by jpm14 on April 23 2003 at 9:33 pm
I read too!
Comment posted by Suz (ip: on 04 / 24 / 2003 at 3:07 PM

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I always check your blog, Deb. And those regular notes will be all the more important when I’m not seeing you every week (sniff, sniff.)
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And I’ve been such a bad girl that I haven’t visited since you posted this. Sorry, and thanks! :^)
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It is amazing how many interesting things to I had to say at 2-3.30 AM. But the warm covers held me down.
Entry posted by jpm14 on April 03 2003 at 6:37 pm
I had this to say at 2am..ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Comment posted by Suz (ip: on 04 / 05 / 2003 at 10:23 PM

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Have you not thought of anything interesting to say during more sensible hours for three whole weeks? I find that hard to believe. You’re missed, Deborah!
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remembering when it seemed like Spring
Last Friday the little girls and their moms came. The sun was out. Crocuses, snowdrops, aconite were out. The boys were out, playing. Grass was green.

In the spirit of the season, flower fairies gradually appeared out of beads, wire and (artificial) flower petals. Fairy Fizz and cake covered with orange curd whipped cream appeared. Mmmm.

The moms actually got to converse a tad.


Entry posted by jpm14 on March 31 2003 at 7:32 pm

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